Pages

Saturday, 10 August 2013

V. by Thomas Pynchon

“Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.”

The question remains: Who or
what exactly is the mysterious "V"? Even after 600+ pages, there is no
clear answer and to be honest, I really don't care to wrack my brain over it. Is she an actual
person or a metaphor? Perhaps both. Or maybe she is simply a
MacGuffin--like the brief-case in "Pulp Fiction"--an abstract concept
with no real value other than functioning as a plot device to move the narrative
forward. Unfortunately, there is no pay-off at the end and much of the
novel is a sprawling mess. As one of the main characters named Stencil
(almost every single character possesses some kind of figurative
appellation), later states, "events seem to be ordered in an ominous
logic" (449). Indeed. Thomas Pynchon's novels are notorious for being
challenging and after struggling through V, which often left me baffled, producing the urge to pull my hair from its roots, I can certainly attest to
this fact. It's not so much that the story is difficult to follow
exactly but rather, his abstruse style of writing often engulfs the
actual narrative: he employs sophisticated diction (be sure to have a
dictionary handy) with an oblique, protracted and playful aesthetic,
overflowing with latent metaphors, information and references that can
be overwhelming to the new initiate. Go ahead, call me a dolt for not
being able to fully comprehend the literary genius of Thomas Pynchon but
if this debut novel shares certain characteristics with his other
works, consider me extremely apprehensive to seek out anything else written by him--his
esoteric style is just not my cup of earl-grey.

I wish Pynchon
had focused more on the character of Benny Profane--the self proclaimed
"schlemiel" who drifts around New York, working odd jobs (ex: alligator
hunting in the sewers), adopting a bohemian lifestyle--or on the other
eccentric members of the "Sick Crew" such as Pig Bodine and Slab (an
artist who only paints cheese danishes). These sections are often very
amusing in a bizarre way. However, the novel becomes increasingly
frustrating when it switches to the character of Stencil who is
searching for "V" in the hopes of discovering her true identity. He
comes across various clues and then provides a "Stencilized" version of
the evidence, which in turn, provides Pynchon the opportunity to write
some of the most self-indulgent, convoluted and pedantic prose that I
have ever encountered. His vocabulary and encyclopedic knowledge is
impressively vast (even more astounding is that he wrote this novel at
the age of 26!) but these Stencil chapters come across like stylistic
masturbation.

If I disliked the novel so much then why give it 2
stars? Again, Benny Profane is a wonderful character and his chapters
along with other members of the "Sick Crew" (of course, excluding
Stencil) were the most rewarding aspects. Also, there is a "great" novel
buried deep somewhere in this ambitious monstrosity but it will require
a great deal of effort on the part of the reader to dig for it: a
thorough analysis of each chapter would be a start. Good luck.

Hey nice term - 'latent metaphors', haven't come across that before. Haven't read Pynchon yet but I do have Gravity's Rainbow on my shelf - one day. I think that the description of V is pretty typical of his writing from what I've been told.